In the heat of passion, truth melts away

Desire sparks, a blinding flame. It burns bright, masking what’s real. The heat hides the truth, shifting. What feels right may be concealed. First touches blur, leading us astray. The warmth of passion clouds the way.

We seek what we wish to find. Blind to what the heart might say. The longing heart drowns out the mind. We overlook what’s clear, pushed away. A fragile fantasy starts to grow, unnoticed, as doubts begin to slow.

Words lose their sharpness, their truth. We speak to keep the fire lit. Ignoring doubts that should be proof. We chase the thrill, a fleeting hit. The foundation weakens, bit by bit.

The stars burn bright in cosmic dance. Mars and Venus move with grace. But lasting love needs more than chance. It requires honesty in place. Passion, unchecked, can bring disgrace.

Then comes the quiet, chilling light. The fire that once burned bright fades. The illusion crumbles out of sight. What’s left behind, an empty space. The truth arrives, but we’ve moved on.

So let desire burn for now. But seek the truth beneath the flame. Passion alone can’t show us how. Without clarity, it’s all a game. In the end, we’re left with shame.

Let the fire guide for a time. But let truth stay within the glow. For without it, love can’t climb. The chance for something real will go, leaving us in sorrow’s low.